Okay, I’m going to leave you in my back garden, maybe just for a minute, so you can hear what I hear every morning.
This is my alarm clock.
It’s 5.30 in the morning, and the sun’s peeking up over the horizon.
Our nine-year-old black cat is using our wood chips as its litter box.
I’ve got 12 blossoms on our apple tree.
And now, I’m going to go back in the house, have some coffee.
You might be able to hear the rumble of noise on the national road that’s no more than 400 meters from where I stand, but it’s hidden by a grove of trees that line the national road, the N24.
And it’s pleasant.
I think it’s above five degrees centigrade.
Hope you’re well.
Bye for now.